Hostel
This is not a review on the movie Hostel (a good one for the gory movie lovers!) but a reminder to my MBA journey, a crucial part of which forms my stay in the IMT hostel.
Now I realize how different the life of a hostler is from that of a day scholar (DS). A DS leads a school kid’s life while the hostler enjoys the ‘khushi & gam’ of the college life. I still remember my first day in the hostel very clearly. I felt like a lost child who wanted to cry remembering her parents and friends with no one to console her. There was this terrible urge to be at home. My room seemed like a jail/hospital where you cannot exercise your choice. All kinds of unknown creepy insects visited my room along with the more familiar breed of lizards and roaches. The mess was like a fish market everyone fighting for plates and food. The humidity of the season made things worse.
I became normal after 4-5 months of my stay. I only stayed in my room; I didn’t live there. I used to spend my entire day in my friends’ rooms to avoid the loneliness that could kill me. I used to wait eagerly for the weekends to come so that I could get a 2 day respite from hostel and enjoy being at home.
Now I realize how different the life of a hostler is from that of a day scholar (DS). A DS leads a school kid’s life while the hostler enjoys the ‘khushi & gam’ of the college life. I still remember my first day in the hostel very clearly. I felt like a lost child who wanted to cry remembering her parents and friends with no one to console her. There was this terrible urge to be at home. My room seemed like a jail/hospital where you cannot exercise your choice. All kinds of unknown creepy insects visited my room along with the more familiar breed of lizards and roaches. The mess was like a fish market everyone fighting for plates and food. The humidity of the season made things worse.
I became normal after 4-5 months of my stay. I only stayed in my room; I didn’t live there. I used to spend my entire day in my friends’ rooms to avoid the loneliness that could kill me. I used to wait eagerly for the weekends to come so that I could get a 2 day respite from hostel and enjoy being at home.
Then came the ST break and this was the phase which was the most surprising. I started missing the hostel life. The freedom, environment and spirit that I found in the hostel, could be seen nowhere. Unconsciously, I had got so used to the coffee breaks, the free time, and ‘bhasad’ with friends that now I wanted to get back to the hostel. When I came back, I was a changed person. The monotony of the ST filled me with the desire to make full use of the time I had for me to enjoy the college life that would never come back once I start my career. I started moving with a different set of people and started shooing away the negative thoughts that kept hovering in my mind. Now, if someone tries to hurt me, I simply try to ignore their remarks, thinking that they might have a good enough reason to say that. I don’t want to bother myself with unnecessary opinions about people.
The hostel life has made me a better person in terms of socializing, taking out time for myself (as I am doing now), broadening my horizon of knowledge about , taking things easy and judging them and juggling with a lot of priorities.
Simple funda: live and let live!
The hostel life has made me a better person in terms of socializing, taking out time for myself (as I am doing now), broadening my horizon of knowledge about , taking things easy and judging them and juggling with a lot of priorities.
Simple funda: live and let live!
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